Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Burned Out (Poem)

Burned Out

   after reading The Noonday Demon

The mind needs a trigger
to let go; the body never fails

to let you know how one is
bound entirely to the other.

Identity gets lost in the house
left abandoned, windows cracked

and the light inside burned out.

© 2013 Maureen E. Doallas

7 comments:

S. Etole said...

So descriptive.

Robin Pedrero said...

really enjoy this piece!

lori mcclure said...

Those last three lines are really powerful. Enjoyed your poem.

nance.mdr said...

trigger finger lift
one
two
three
poke the pudding
four
five
six
to the tongue
seven
eight
nine
and again...

Margaret said...

I recognize a friend in these words - she has "abandoned" herself - She is mentally not well - and pills only do so much good - as long as she takes them. I fear it will not turn out well - she has already lost her family (she left them….)

HisFireFly said...

"in the house left abandoned"

love this...

Hannah Stephenson said...

We feel fatigue in many different places, don't we. Interesting that "identity" is the thing that gets lost here, the self that we recognize.